Four Strangers From Craigslist Meet Up to Play Music Worse Than Anything They Ever Did Alone

AKRON, Ohio – A quartet of local musicians brought together through Craigslist with the hopes of starting a band wound up creating substantially worse music as a group than they ever did by themselves, disappointed sources confirm.

“We all have our own styles,” said guitarist Skip Sanchez, who offered his condo with a reportedly “sweet setup” as a practice space. “For instance, I play math jazz, Geff (Baker) usually plays delta blues even though he’s white, Hash (Henry McDermott) is a doom metal drummer, and Jacob (Dracone) does clown punk–don’t ask–so there’s already a decent chance we’re going to suck complete balls. But who could have predicted that a group of random musicians meeting for the first time would create sounds so eclectic they make you want to throw up? I certainly didn’t. And to top it off, I’m being evicted because some of the people from the condo association heard the music in the hallway.”

Sanchez’s neighbor Jeremy Corbett says the sounds coming from next door were worse than anything he’d ever heard before.

“If you can imagine four guys who look like they’ve only ever interacted with people on Reddit at a Guitar Center playing totally disparate genres of songs very aggressively at the same time, you’ll begin to have an idea of the suffering we endured today,” said Corbett. “My children are still crying and asking why they would do that. This is the most horrific shit I’ve ever heard, and I saw a combination KISS/Phish cover band called ‘PISSH’ once.”

Craig Liszt, founder of Craigslist, has seen this play out a regrettable number of times before on his website.

“When I created Craigslist, I knew it would open up a world of possibilities for people trying to connect over a shared interest,” said Liszt. “Unfortunately, sometimes that results in musicians from diverse backgrounds who should never have otherwise met making unconventional music that sounds like absolute garbage. Terrible bands of all shapes and sizes get their start on my site, and while I’m proud to have brought them together, I must say I’m deeply relieved that most of the music created in these practice sessions never sees the light of day.”

As they were loading their gear into coincidentally identical PT Cruisers, the group reported they couldn’t wait to get home to practice solo and never see or contact each other ever again.

Where’s My Medal? I Was Harassing This Celebrity Long Before They Were Canceled

Oh, I see how it is. Now that you find out he’s an anti-vaxxer and a flat-Earther, now you’re okay with attacking him online. What about all of those years I was harassing this guy before it was the “in” thing to do? Where’s my fucking medal?

Don’t act like you don’t remember. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I used to reply to every single word he tweeted and my replies were horrific. And don’t forget the memes! You can’t tell me that my memes weren’t viscerally shocking. I guess I’m not such an “obsessive weirdo” now that the whole world is doing it too!

Let’s not forget my pièce de résistance. It took me months to teach myself how to build my own AI system, but I did it. Then I used it to create a trail of counterfeit documents and deep-faked interviews that did him in. When I submitted the story to TMZ, it was all over for this asshole. The world would know he’s a monster! And now everyone totally buys that he’s an anti-vaxxer and a flat-Earther!

What I’m trying to say is that it’s a real tragedy here that I’m not being recognized for my work in this space. And no one is praising the endlessly creative ways I trolled this jackass. I got the results I wanted, just not the recognition. Maybe that’s enough, though. Etiher way, that’ll teach him to Tweet a less than favorable comment about Jake Gyllenhaal.

Poser In CBGB Shirt Has Never Been To Urban Outfitters

HARTFORD, Conn. — Local man Eric Palermo revealed himself to be a total poser after wearing a CBGB T-shirt despite never stepping foot in an Urban Outfitters, disgusted sources confirmed.

“I used to bartend at CBGB for a few years back in the early 2000s and I stole a box of these shirts so I had something to wear,” said Palermo. “Back in the day people would see the shirt and tell me about the time they saw Warzone and ended up beating down Nazis, or some story about doing cocaine with Johnny Ramone in the ‘80s, but now people ask ‘did they have any funny mugs in stock?’ And I don’t know what they’re talking about. If I’m at a mall wearing the shirt I’ll inevitably get a few dozen people asking for directions to Urban Outfitters, it’s making me go insane.”

Fast fashion enthusiast Ross Herman is one of the many people bothered by Palermo’s flagrant ignorance of the CBGB brand.

“When I saw this guy in a CBGB shirt, I was like, ‘Nice, someone I can talk to about mood candles and tapestries,’” said Herman, a freshman at Trinity College. “I was telling him about my road trip to the flagship store in Philadelphia to buy a Polaroid camera, he immediately tried to change the subject and talk about some bar in New York. He had to be embarrassed. I’d be embarrassed too if I wore a CBGB shirt and didn’t know any basic facts about the place that invented the design. Know your history man. ”

Historian Dr. Eileen McWilliams says she was contacted to help set the record straight about Urban Outfitter’s legacy.

“People have an emotional connection to Urban Outfitters as a cultural touchstone. It’s a space where people discovered their first edgy stocking stuffer, legendary gag gift, or iconoclastic knick-knack,” said Dr. McWilliams. “I’ve worked with management to institute ways to weed out posers buying their merchandise. Anyone who buys an ‘Ithica is Gorges” shirt must prove they have a connection to the Finger Lakes region of New York. If you want to buy a Sublime hoodie you have to show proof of multiple DUIs. And if you buy a CBGB shirt you have to know that Urban Outfitters invented the venue out of whole cloth.”

At press time, an Apple Genius was berating a teenager for wearing a Green Day shirt, despite never setting foot in a Hot Topic.

Win! This Car Comes With Stickers but It’s Somehow Cheaper

Holy shit, what a steal! I found this ‘04 Ford Taurus that comes with stickers already on it, but it’s selling for way below market price. I’m not even sure how this is possible. And before you ask, yes, the stickers come pre-stuck on the car so no installation is required!

I’m no economist but I’m pretty sure this thing should cost at least the price of the car plus the price of two 18-inch fire decals, a Punisher sticker, an eight-person stick family, and the names of every Democratic presidential ticket since Clinton. Nope! This thing is cheaper than it should be and it’s pre-customized. There’s even one of those cool “S” drawings already on the steering wheel. And I didn’t even have to pay the artist!

Somehow, I’m getting way more for way less. For only a couple grand, I’m getting a car and the personality of a 46-year-old who had a big Dave Matthews Band phase. Did somebody say BOGO? That’s not even mentioning the three lightly-used cigarettes and a cup holder that’s already sticky so your drink will never spill!

I was just expecting a practical budget car, but now I have to get ready for the attention that real car guys get. It’s unbelievably loud, it has those tilted wheels everyone loves, and there’s a small fire that burns out the back of it every time you accelerate or decelerate.

I gotta do some work on it, though. There are a few bits of bumper that are still showing, so I’ll be paying out of pocket for stickers to cover those.

Opinion: Anyone Could Just Go Up There and Scream Like That

Any old schmuck could just go up on stage and yell like a maniac into a microphone. How much talent could that possibly take? I scream and yell a pretty large portion of my everyday life and I don’t see anyone groveling to me because of it.

I mean, just look at him. He’s up there, hollering and frothing at the mouth for an hour, and the crowd goes wild. Seems pretty goshdarn easy to me. The “music” being just a jumbled mess of noise is bad enough, but having this guy aggressively shouting is the icing on the cake. The garbage disposal at my job can do the same exact thing and would probably sound better doing it!

Here’s a question. If you’re in a band, shouldn’t you need to possess a single morsel of talent? You shouldn’t be able to just get on stage and scream into a microphone but this crowd is loving it. Why??? They must feel bad for the guy or something. Not only is he embarrassing himself, but his face is turning purple up there!

It’s actually pretty annoying to me that anyone would call this “music.” With all this angry screaming and foul words being yelled, heck, they could just record me when a telemarketer calls during dinner time! I’d be a “grindcore metal” (or whatever) singer in no time.

Let this be a message to all “screamo” singers: anyone can go up there and do what you do, including me. So invite me to sing for your band so people will like me, please.

Report: Doctor’s Standards for Alcoholism Pretty Lame

HIALEAH, Fla. — A new report from local drunk Emily Kinder indicates that the standards of alcoholism held by her primary care physician are “weak as fuck,” confirmed shaky sources who need a drink.

“Most people expect bad medical advice from YouTube or Jenny McCarthy, but not from the doctor they’ve been going to gor the past three years,” said Kinder after being told she exceeded the criteria for alcohol use disorder. “Could an alcoholic take repeated breaks from drinking to prove they don’t have a problem with alcohol? I don’t think so. Never tried it myself. Besides, how should I know if I’m consuming more than 12 ounces of alcohol a day when all my drinks come in scorpion bowls? The world needs to revisit these standards because it all seems unfair.”

General practitioner Dr. Regina Ward believes Kinder is in denial when it comes to her problem drinking.

“Emily said she was having severe stomach pains despite cutting out soy and drinking chamomile tea one time a few weeks ago. I reminded her that alcohol causes inflammation of the stomach lining and can lead to a fatal ulcerative condition,” said Dr. Ward. “I tell my patients that if they want their stomachs to stop hurting, they need to decide they hate shitting their pants more than they love drinking. Once I tell them consuming more than seven drinks per week is considered excessive, I usually don’t hear from them again until they need a rapid Covid test.”

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DMS-5) is commonly used to diagnose patients who may have a drinking problem, although a patient who smells like a bar mat does not require the same diagnostic scrutiny.

“The original criteria were meant to say seven drinks a day but there was a typo and I guess no one got around to fixing it,” admitted James Breeden, head of the American Psychiatric Association. “In the DSM-5, you’ll see that we make exceptions for special occasions like Cinco de Mayo, birthdays, bad work days, Veterans Day, and any holiday you’re forced to spend with extended family. The takeaway is to moderate whenever possible.”

At press time, Kinder was seen chasing a tequila shot with a hard kombucha to promote gut health.

Drummer Gets in Holiday Spirit by Revealing Each Piece of Kit Contains Three Kinds of Popcorn

THREE OAKS, Mich. — Maggie Hinkle, the drummer of dreamo band LEERER, is reportedly showing her yuletide spirit by filling each one of her drums with three distinct flavors of popcorn, delighted sources confirmed.

“The fact is, I can usually be a bit of a Grinch this time of year, and I wanted to show I was feeling the reason for the season. I figured nothing says Christmas better than the taste of various kinds of gourmet popcorn, separated by a cardboard divider,” said Hinkle. “And since I couldn’t get my hands on any of those big tin buckets it usually comes in, I figured my snares and toms were the next best thing. Who cares if it’ll muffle the hell out of my sound for a few weeks? It’s Christmas, man! In fact, I’m trying to keep this spirit flowing by fashioning my cymbals out of big Pizzelle cookies!”

Band members enthusiastically report that Hinkle knocked it out of the park with his holiday gesture.

“The flavors, dude! My god, the flavors! The floor tom had one-third filled with luscious butter flavor, right? But then in another pocket, all of a sudden, it’s cheddar cheese! You couldn’t believe the variety inside these things,” said guitarist Boyd “Mollusk” Bennings. “Oh, and don’t worry if you happen to have a sweet tooth, because Maggie had ya covered. Read my lips: caramel-covered popcorn in another third of the drums. Unbelievable, I know! It’s gonna be one hell of a Christmas this year, if that drum kit is any indication! Hell yeah!”

Orville Redenbacher representative Rachael Wesson felt remorse that her company had not thought of combining their popcorn with drum sets first.

“Are you kidding me? We’re kicking ourselves over here! I mean, the ‘Little Drummer Boy’ marketing practically writes itself,” said an irate Wesson. “I think we’ve either got to cut this kid a huge check for the manufacturing rights, or spend the whole holiday with egg on our face. Ugh, I just thought of the perfect commercial tagline too, get this: ‘Pah rum pum pum YUM!’ God, what a missed opportunity. That would’ve been a hefty bonus check in my stocking this year, I’ll tell you that much. Anyway, on to Groundhog’s Day, I guess.”

At press time, Hinkle was reportedly disappointed that absolutely no one had touched any of the compartments with cheddar flavor, not even the family of raccoons that live in the alleyway behind her practice space.

Review: Angels & Airwaves “Stomping the Phantom Brake Pedal”

Every Sunday we head back into the archives to assess a record from punk’s rich history. Too often it seems, these reviews tend to focus on just the aural aspect of said music. Wanting to give a voice to another sense for once, this week we’ll be covering the taste of Angels and Airwaves’ 2012 debut EP Stomping the Phantom Brake Pedal. Let’s get to it, ‘cause my mouth’s watering…for some tunes!

Shouldn’t be too hasty though; after an hour in the oven at 415 degrees, this album needs to cool. Burned my mouth a bit, but “The Score Evolved: Reel 1 (Diary)” has a robust, almost spicy kick that’s enhanced by the generous slathering of deli mustard I gave it. Really brings out the piano!

Luckily I broke veg a couple years ago, so crunching into “The Score Evolved: Reel 5 (New Blood)” was no problem at all. Fresh off the barbecue, you could still see the grill marks on it, baby. Just make sure to chew this song thoroughly, because those drums at the end could pose a choking hazard.

Now, by track three, you’re probably wondering “what’s a fella got to do to get a soup around this EP?” Well, you’re ol’ pal Chef Delonge anticipated that, and my compliments to him! “The Score Evolved: Reel 6” trickles down the throat like a thick New England Chowder, only he’s swapped out the clam…for a hearty “jam!”

All the “Love Two Re-Imagined” Remixes from the Surrender Remix through the Saturday Love remix are meant to be enjoyed tossed together in a big bowl with some balsamic and grated parmesan. The aftertaste is undeniably something special. These remixes will get stuck between your teeth, but with flavors this light and pleasant, who’s complaining?

As always, I’ve saved room for dessert, and I’m glad I did. Notes of cardamom intertwine expertly with a tart lemon that you feel on the back of your tongue all throughout the One Last Thing Remix. Ok, take that needle off the record, I’m stuffed!

All in all, a tasty treat of a recording! So what if the re-listen probably made me gain a few pounds!?

Score: 1 Star (I know it seems low, but keep in mind: it’s a Michelin one!)

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Christmas Miracle! Mall Santa With Visible Pantera Tattoo Holds Off Day-Drinking Until Noon

DALLAS — Patrons of the NorthPark Center believed they witnessed a Christmas miracle when a mall Santa with a very prominent Pantera tattoo refrained from drinking alcohol until noon, multiple jolly sources confirmed.

“There is always some uptight dork that complains about how my boombox playing ‘Vulgar Display of Power’ isn’t ‘good Christmas music.’ I got some news for you punk, until Pantera releases a Christmas album there will never be good Christmas music,” said Track McTuggert as he picked bits of weed from his costume beard. “But I don’t know, maybe the holiday spirit took over me because when I got to work today and put on the suit I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol until noon. That’s when I started getting pretty shaky, so I whipped out a bottle of Goldschläger to take the edge off. I have to admit it was pretty impressive, usually I’m drunk before the first kid is on my lap, but today I took around 30 sober photos.”

Rumors of McTuggert’s drunk Santa antics had local parents nervous about bringing their children to meet him, avoiding one of Christmas’ most cherished traditions.

“Some other parents had complained that the mall Santa had given their children small bags of marijuana instead of candy canes, but I don’t see what all the fuss was about,” said local mother, Tina Dilullo. “Yeah this Santa was a bit rough around the edges, and I could see he had a few loose teeth, but I appreciated the fact he was able to hold off on getting blitzed for a few hours. Sure, he wouldn’t shut up about this ‘Dimebag’ guy or the band touring without the Abbott Brothers, but at least he didn’t pass out in his chair until after we left.”

Shopping centers are struggling to find suitable candidates to wear the red suit and management admits it’s better to risk having an unsavory character playing Santa than none at all.

“Track’s behavior made many parents nervous. He’d freak out the parents by stumbling around, headbanging, and constantly shouting ‘we’re taking over this town!’” said Cleardale Mall Manger Ron Clancy. “The Elves and I could only tell children that the smell of Seagram’s 7 and weed were special North Pole herbs and spices so many times. I didn’t think Track would comply with the day-drinking protocol, but we incentivized him with drink coupons for the Applebee’s in the mall. He could be their problem for a few hours.”

At press time, a half dozen of Santa’s elves were being airlifted to Dallas Presbyterian Hospital after snorting lines of his “magic North Pole dust.”

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So You Own Every Death Cab for Cutie Record Variant. Here’s How To Accept She’s Never Coming Back

Wait! Before you click “buy” on that limited Asphalt Meadows LP, you need to hear this. And no, I’m not talking about the Stability EP reissue. Look around at this collection of Death Cab variants you’ve amassed since the breakup. It’s time to go through them one-by-one so you can finally process and accept that she’s never coming back.

Asphalt Meadows LP (Pink Vinyl)
I think part of you must’ve known for a while now that she’s not coming back. I get it. It’s hard. But collecting records from a band that sings about crashing the wedding of their ex isn’t helping. Sad nostalgia is a harmful drug and this is your intervention.

Transatlanticism Double LP (10th Anniversary)
Put down that disc! You don’t need to cry-sing to “The Sound of Settling” again. Honestly, even their “happy” songs are sad as fuck. Can you at least promise to try and work in some Vampire Weekend?

The Photo Album (20th Anniversary, Clear Vinyl)
There are plenty of other sad fish in the ocean and if you can’t be comfortable being alone, it’s time to go fishing for someone who can help you forget about her. Maybe you’ll meet the girl of your dreams at a Decemberists show. But take it slow. Remember, Ben Gibbard and Zooey Deschanel were once in love, and look how that turned out.

Postal Service “Give Up” Triple LP (10th Anniversary)
Look, you have to cool it with the vinyl. It’s expensive and it’s making things worse. I spoke with your local record store and they agreed to tear up your loyalty card. Now I want you to go delete the saved tab on discogs.com for a Codes & Keys remix EP that you already own from a different region.

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